Ninja Bet

"Did he send you to ask me?" she said suspiciously.

"Nope. Yuuto and I have a bet, you see. He thinks that you like him. You know, like like him. I think you just like him as a friend. Which one of us is right?"

"Um..." Nora said. "I don't really know." She wasn't good at thinking under pressure like this, not when it came to things that pertained to her personal life. "I haven't thought about it."

That answer seemed to surprise Kagami. "Oh. Well, okay. But don't tell Yuuto, okay? I don't want him thinking that he won and you were just too nice to tell me. He'll be insufferable." She smiled and went back to her table.

Nora sat down at her regular table. Did she like Aden? More than a friend? She just thought they were starting to be friends. Did he like her like that? She was so confused!

Ninja skills

"I'm sure she will." then he took the piece of paper and looked at then got to work making Nora's favorite.

Nora started to go back to her table but then Kagami was standing in front of her, suddenly.
"Oh.. Hi Kagami."
"Hey Nora, How are you?"
"fine... Just chillin."
"Oh good, do you like Aden?"
Nora blinked, that was out of the blue.

My Best Friend's a Superhero

She dropped Nora's bagel-in-a-bag in front of her. "You're late, Nora. Better run."

Nora, in a way that Aden was starting to get accustomed to, ran out of the coffeeshop. He watched her until she was inside the building, away from his sight. His hand still tingled from touching hers.

xXx

The next day, Ranna wasn't there when Nora came in. Thorn had taken her place at the counter. 

"Hey, Thorn," she said. "How's Loki?" 

"As rambuctious as ever," he said with a sly grin. "Haven't been able to take her out in public for a month now."

"Where do you guys live?" Nora asked. She wouldn't be fit to go out in public, either, if she'd been kept in her tiny apartment for a month. 

"A cabin out in the woods," he said, not noticing her expression of horror."Loki runs around all the time up there. All my hard work at civilizing her gone to waste," he joked. 

"Wow, it must be amazing out there!"

"It is. Now, let's see, Ranna left a list of your regulars. Have a seat, and I'll get it right to you."

"Where is she, by the way?"

"I think she said something about a mission with some of her friends. Saving the world...something like that."

"Oh. I forget she's a superhero, sometimes," Nora said. "She'd better bring me back something cool."

Hurricane Trea

Aden's eye widened.
What?
"What!"
He got panicky.
"She wouldn't really poison me, would she?" He took Nora's hand over the table in his nervousness.

The bell rang as the door opened.
"Raaaanna!"
A smile caught on Ranna's face.
"Trea?" Ranna turned around.
Trea barreled into Ranna hugging her tightly.
"Hey, Ranna, I never asked if you would be my Maid of Honor! will you?"
"Of course." Ranna said pushing Trea off of her.
"Oh good!, I was thinking Red would be a good color for your dress, or orange... no red. Definently Red. Well, don't kill anyone today! Off to tell Topher! Love You Ranna!"

And then she was gone.
It was as if a whirlwind had swept through the store in the seconds Trea had been there.
Slowly, talking began again and then the coffee shop sounded just like normal.

Ranna brought Aden his hot chocolate.
She smirked as she read his thoughts and expression.
"You're lucky Trea came in."

Poisoned

"She's going to get you what you ordered last time. You should sent a mental shout-out if you want that changed," Nora advised him, then a smile crawled across her face. "And hello."

Nora knew when Aden had sent the shout-out. Ranna let out a sharp string of expletives, spinning around and looking first at Nora, who was giggling. Nora wouldn't giggle if she had done it, Ranna knew. She would be running, and it hadn't sounded like her voice, anyway. Which left Aden, because no one else was stupid enough to shout that loud at her in her head.

A sly smile curled up at the corners of her lips, reaching her eyes and making them squint.

"Uh-oh," Nora whispered, humor still in her voice.

"Uh-oh, what?" Aden asked, panic starting to accumulate in his throat. What had he done? Ranna was sure to kill him!

"You probably don't want to drink what she brings you," Nora said. "More likely than not, it's poisoned."

Excitment

Aden walked into the coffee shop feeling excited.
He wasn't used to this feeling.
He was normally just content.
He knew what was coming and what he was going to do about it.
But now... he had no idea. It was all new.
And Aden loved it!
The sight of Nora's face sent his heart pounding in his throat.
He sat down across from her at her table.
"Hello." He smiled.
Ranna gave him a glance then walked away, probably going to get his order.

Hero

"Do you ever think that you're in the wrong job, Ranna?" Nora asked glumly. "That there's something, anything, better out there for you?"

"Me? Personally? Yeah, I know for sure that there is. But I don't want it," Ranna said, cleaning mugs. "But in general? I don't know. Guess it depends on how willing you are to fight for it."

"What do you mean you could have something better?"

Ranna gave her a sly grin. "C'mon, what superpowered hero wants to be caught dead working at some place like this? No, they want all the glory. The kicking bad guys butts, saving the day, falling in love...well, I guess I like that part. But that's about it. Superhero life just isn't for me."

"What's the point of having powers if you don't use them to save people?"

"I do some freelance stuff. Some group missions with a couple of pals of mine from school. Warren and Trea and Topher, you remember them. But I've had enough of that life. I'm ready to take it easy."

"Why don't you want to be the hero, Ranna? Why don't you want the spotlight when you do amazing things?"

Ranna stopped drying her mug, setting it down on the counter. She looked past Nora, almost like she was watching her past behind Nora's curly hair.

"I used to want that. And it ended up hurting my friends, and killing me. I'm lucky I'm alive after that."

Nora looked down at her hot chocolate, her spoon making circles, mixing chocolate and whipped cream together. "You never did tell me that story."

"And it's a story for another time," Ranna said. "Your boy's here."

"Aden's not 'my boy'," Nora protested. "He's just a friend."

Ranna gave her a knowing smile. "Well, then, you'd better get a move on it, hadn't you?"